Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 88 Lucky Draw (available on the 18th)
Madam Pomfrey's comprehensive inspection was carried out very quickly, and she already had a wealth of experience in this regard.

"It is rare to be able to complete systematic and complex examinations alone, even in St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital."

Seeing Madam Pomfrey coming out from behind the curtain, Hardy exclaimed.

"Oh, come on, Professor Ollivander, I can't stand this kind of compliment."

Shaking her head with a smile, Madam Pomfrey walked towards Harry and Hermione, "Mr. Weasley will sleep for a while, and wake up in about half an hour."

"Is he all right, ma'am?" Harry asked, adjusting his round glasses.

Madam Pomfrey glanced at Hardy.

"Of course, Weasley is fine." Hardy said, "You don't have to worry too much."

Harry and Hermione nodded dubiously.

Although they always felt that something was wrong, they still chose to trust Professor Ollivander.

Holding the first draft of the questionnaire prepared by Madam Pomfrey, Hardy returned to his office and made appropriate revisions and additions.

Then asked Vanessa, who came to ask questions about the alchemy course, and brought it to Snape.

In the room, Hardy waved his crystal wand and removed the concealment spell on the Gathering Cup.

After so many days of nourishment, the snake eggs in the magic-gathering cup have grown to the size of two fists.

In the rich stock solution, there is a slight fluorescence flickering, and a shadow can be seen in the shadow, swaying and shaking inside.

"Very powerful magical creature."

Looking at the raw liquid that kept bubbling from the bottom, Hardy judged.

It won't be long before the creature in this snake egg will break out of its shell.

"Maybe I should ask Hagrid in advance," Hardy blinked, "the other party has a lot of experience in this regard."

As the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, Hagrid had an innate curiosity about fantastic animals and magical creatures.

Hardy alone knew that Hagrid secretly kept Fang the hound, the three-headed dog, Aragog the eight-eyed spider, and the Hippogriff without telling everyone.

Since the end of the Chamber of Secrets incident, Dumbledore has been actively communicating with the Ministry of Magic, trying to clear Hagrid of the false charges he had been wronged.

Progress is said to be remarkable.

In addition, the professors have been discussing recently that Kettle Burn, the professor of the Protection of Magical Beasts class, plans to retire obediently after finishing this semester.

In order to have more time to enjoy his old arms and legs, and also to better restore the body of the basilisk that was blown to pieces.

"Recovering the basilisk and showing it to all the little wizards who love magical animals will be the greatest achievement in my life." Professor Kettleburn said to other professors more than once.

And in the next semester, the vacant post of professor of protection of magical animals will most likely belong to Hagrid.

Hadi waved his wand, and listed visiting Hagrid and learning about raising magical creatures on his list of plans.

He cast the Stealth Charm on the Gaglia again, then turned and walked to the desk.

There, there are piles of alchemy homework for each grade.

"My God, I didn't even notice that there are so many." Hardy had a headache, "Maybe I should apply to Professor McGonagall for an assistantship."

"Well, just choose from the little wizards in the lower grades," Hardy planned secretly, "this will save me a lot of repetitive work."

"And the little wizard who is fortunate to be my teaching assistant will be able to get more guidance on alchemy." The more Hardy thought about it, the more he felt that this was necessary. "This really kills two birds with one stone."

Soon, Hardy placed the home visit application form for Neville Longbottom and the approval form for the teaching assistant of the alchemy course on Professor McGonagall's desk.

Professor McGonagall didn't ask too much about Hardy's home visit.

Although this kind of thing doesn't happen much at Hogwarts, it never doesn't happen.

So she readily signed the application form.

However, Professor McGonagall questioned Hardy's idea of ​​teaching assistants in the alchemy course, "Choose from the lower grades?"

She pursed her lips tightly, then shook her head, "I don't think that's a very good idea."

"Why don't you consider students in the fifth, sixth and seventh grades? They have richer knowledge reserves and will give you more help."

Sitting across from Professor McGonagall, Hardy smiled and said, "This is true, but they will be busy preparing for OWLs and NEWTs."

"In addition, just imagine that an excellent young wizard who has just adapted to the job of an assistant teacher in the alchemy course is about to graduate from Hogwarts. This is not a good deal for anyone."

Hardy paused, and added: "Professor McGonagall, we must not underestimate the creativity and interest in alchemy of the junior wizards."

"For example, Hermione Granger in the second grade. With her own efforts, she has already published a paper in "Alchemy Weekend."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall was obviously surprised, "Oh, it's really surprising that there is such a thing."

She picked up Hardy's approval slip again and began to review it carefully, "So, you've confirmed Granger?"

"Of course—not—" Hardy deliberately elongated his tone.

He smiled, "I will give every junior wizard a chance. The specific form of the test is already in my mind."

After thinking for a while, Professor McGonagall finally picked up the eagle brush and signed the approval form.

"I hope you can find out a new teaching model, Professor Ollivander."

Hardy took the two forms, smiled brightly, and walked out of the room politely.

……

On Friday morning, after finishing the regular lectures, Hardy waved his wand and took the lead in distributing the questionnaires.

"Please fill in the questionnaires in your hands in time, and put them in the box at the entrance of the auditorium during dinner today."

Looking at the densely packed topics in their hands, some young wizards immediately lamented.

"Questionnaire about recent sleep quality and problems..." A dark-skinned little wizard stumbled out the topic.

He kneaded it into a ball listlessly, "If I have the time, I might as well sleep on the bed in the dormitory for a while."

Seeing this, several other young wizards also roughly stuffed it into their backpacks.

"Also, it's worth noting—"

On the podium, Hardy tapped the table with his wand, "This questionnaire is registered by name, and we will keep the content strictly confidential."

"All students who have filled out the questionnaire carefully will be eligible to participate in the lucky draw for 12 3-star Eudemons cards."

Hearing this, the little wizards who were originally not interested all straightened their backs excitedly, causing an uproar.

"3-star Eudemons card? I want it!"

"I want a girl character, I want a girl character!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

In the classroom, there was a lot of noise and boiling.

Under the podium, several young wizards quickly turned out the questionnaire stuffed into their backpacks, and carefully smoothed out the creases on it.

The dark-skinned little wizard immediately furrowed his eyebrows together as he looked at the large pool of pie oil stains on the questionnaire.

At the entrance of the auditorium, Filch put down the huge oak box one person tall.

As soon as it was lunch time, there were already many little witches lining up to stuff the questionnaires in their hands.

"A lottery for 3-star Eudemons cards? Cool! How can we miss this?"

The Weasley twins looked at each other, each biting the quills in their hands, lying on the dining table, patiently filling out the questionnaire.

"It's really lively today." The three little ones who had just finished the spell class came to the auditorium, and their eyes couldn't help but widen. "There is also a lucky draw!"

"Why didn't we get the questionnaire?" Harry looked around, grabbed a little witch and asked.

Hermione turned around and came back again, "It's all sent by the professors, maybe Professor Flitwick forgot."

"Then what should we do? We can't miss such a good opportunity!" Ron yelled.

"Whose class is this afternoon? Maybe we can ask other professors." Hermione flipped through the timetable in her backpack.

Before Hermione could find it, Harry had already pulled out a piece of parchment.

Then, he wailed bitterly, "It's Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

(End of this chapter)